near the hotel entrance,

r swirled around

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all, beautifully

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t anything fro

she purred. "It' s just a sm

gleamed w

ng I want now, El

voice tight. "Don' t worry

, a short,

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upted from the ballroom e

ud c

r pull

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e. He was looking past

rds

hotel' s facade, loosened by the earlier

, admiring her reflect

Marcus

towards me, b

f at Izzy, knoc

al structure

pain in my leg, a

dar

Marcus, cradling Izzy,

r

fo

t collate

in a hos

. The smell o

n my leg, which was en

g by the bed, his

up when

his face. But it

' re awake.

r my hand. I

I asked. My v

A few scratches. Shaken up,

cou

o her," I said.

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, turning my f

ound of his chair scraping b

r click

feigning sleep whe

owers I didn' t want and ap

d he'

air, scrolling t

, his phone b

his expressi

go. Izzy needs... somethi

t come ba

tutted symp

the next morning. "He called three times last nig

ony. It was

d at a gossip magazine, sen

e S

aving a trendy restaurant late last night. Izzy w

orne and Socialite Isabelle Hayes: Rekindl

h HER while you were in

kn

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ndonments, it just forced me to

never l

oved

othing compared to the c

ssary pain. A

urgeon came in t

the surgery last night, Mrs. Thorne," he sa

lear and steady. "It' s Ms. Vance. And

aid it, the

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